Condolence letters re: death of Leland Stanford: K includes John J. Keane, Peter C. Kellogg, Maude Stanford Kinmouth, Elizabetha R. Kiplinger, Lucretia Wolcott Knowlton, and Mrs. J.H. Kyle

144 South 11^th St

Philadelphia

Penna.

June 26^th 1893.

Mrs Leland Stanford.

Dear Madam.

as an ardent admirer and friend of Senator Stanfords I hasten to express the warmest sympathy in the terrible loss which as befallen you. I mourn him as if he were a brother. May God comfort you in your great berevement. [sic]

I Remain

Yours Very Respectfully

H. V. Lindsey

Sept 6th 93

Holly Beach - Cape May Co - N.J.

Aug 30th/93

My dear Mrs. Stanford

If you have ever thought of me since you were again called to go down into the deep, dark waters of affliction. I hope you have not believed me unmindful of your great sorrow, for indeed I have only been too keenly alive to it, for my own good, mentally when the news reached me I was seriously ill with nervous prostration - following a bad attack of grippe - and the shock further prostrated me. I could write to no one - not even a note. Then too, I said to

Annie who was ready to write for me - "Mrs. Stanford will be receiving letters from all parts of the world & will not be able to even look into half of them. I have something to say that I wish her to send. I will wait." - Pardon if I have waited too long. Until within this month I have been too nervous & sensitive to venture on writing a letter which must tax my sympathies. Just now I have many to write, as many of my friends are in sorrow, this fatal year. But I still want to tell you, very simply how still grieved I am for you, for myself, for all who loved him & for such as depended on him for help & counsel & for a stricken flock of beneficiaries. I do not grieve for him, who rests from

all mortal care, suffering and weariness - who has received the Master's "Well done," for his faithful stewardship - who was so mercifully spared the pains of death - falling peacefully unconsciously into the last sleep in his own beautiful home, and who woke from that sleep to find himself in another beautiful home where Leland awaited him. Ah my dear friend it was perhaps Leland's welcoming kiss that awakened him.

I know that, terrible as this sorrow is, you will not sink under it, but will be strengthened to bear up, by the memory of his constant love and great faith - a faith which he so solemnly sealed at the last by entrusting to you the carrying out of his great beneficent plans - the dearest

object of his life. I do not attempt to offer consolation to you. Only our Lord, through his ministering angels can comfort you; but I want you to believe that I have not only a profound respect for your noble husband[s] pure character & philanthropic enterprises - but that I loved him, as a friend, kind and generous and always the same I "sorrow most of all that I shall see his face no more."

I am anxious to know how you are. If you cannot write to me - will you not have your secretary send me a few words?

Annie would send her love if she were here. Affectionately yours

Grace Greenwood